Part 2

	Three stacks of pancakes were consumed by the well-trained Gaomon and he never felt more stuffed in his life.  He place a paw over his muzzle to stifle a burp and then returned his paw to join the other on his belly and help it to rub and soothe his stomach.  "Maybe eating all three stacks of pancakes was not such a good idea after all," pondered Gaomon.  "My movement will be dulled till I digest and training will resume any moment."  Eying a single piece of syrup-soaked pancake on his plate that he had overlooked, Gaomon stabbed it with his fork and deposited in his maw, saving the last sweet, buttery taste before swallowing it down into his already crammed gut.  "I should be ashamed to have been so gluttonous, but, instead, I feel so content in getting to eat with such abandon."  Giving his belly a pat and smiling, he then slowly got to his feet and put on his headband and boxing gloves.  "But the moment has passed and now I must focus."
The table he had been sitting at vanished into a mass of 1s and 0s including the plates, utensils, and chair.  They rose up to the ceiling and vanished.  Shortly after, the sky began to become concave in one spot till there was a hole there and a lot of data came down in a far greater and more concentrated stream than Gaomon's breakfast setup.  The countless 1s and 0s gathered together and bit by bit began to take shape, first forming a pair of purple feet with three sharp toenails on each foot.

	"Looks like we're back on schedule," noted Gaomon watching the data build upon the two feet.  "Time for our daily battle, Impmon."

	A slim pair of legs appeared on the legs as the data rose up to quickly generate Gaomon's guest.  They joined at his crotch and then some data focused on forming his belly and thighs, other data built his rear and tail.  A yellow, pointy-toothed, smiley face appeared on the middle of his gut as the data pieced together.  Gaomon looked down at his own belly, poking at it and how round and solid it was then looked at Impmon's.  It was stuffed too, but already had a bit of softness of pudge on it too.  He then looked at his fully formed rear and the extra padding it had on it as well.  He stopped staring once Impmon's tail finished forming, ending with the two points at the end of it.

	"Looks like you haven't changed much," scoffed Gaomon.  "Still as undisciplined and lazy as ever."

	"You know that I can hear you even if my body isn't fully formed yet," said Impmon in a snarky tone.  "And I know you're checking out my ass.  Like what you see?"

	"Hardly," answered Gaomon.  "If I stare, it's because I am so shocked that you and your Master allow you to get so flabby and out of shape.  Looks like you put on a few more pounds since yesterday too."

	"I wish you'd stop being so delusional," groaned Impmon as his chest finished forming and so did his red bandana.  The data to his neck and shoulders were coming together next and the remaining data was splitting into three groups, two for his arms and one for his head.  "You do realize that our 'Masters' you refer to are a couple of kids and we're just toys to them."

	"I am aware of that," admitted Gaomon.  "But Master is still Master and I will do whatever he asks of me.  So long as I make him happy, that's all that matters."

	"And it doesn't matter," Impmon continued to explain.  The lower half of his head was formed so his mouth was now moving along with the words he was saying.  "You win some fights and the kid is happy, but he'll eventually get bored.  Keeping you in top condition will become a burden to him and he'll stop caring to keep up with it.  He might even start to mess around with you to amuse himself.  Looking at your gut now, I'd say he may have already started."

	"That's enough out of you!" snapped Gaomon growing agitated and started to upset his stomach.  Immediately, a bunch of 1s and 0s formed behind him, forming a bathroom stall.  Turning to it quickly, Gaomon hurried inside, shut the door and locked it.  One flush later, and he exited out with a relieved look on his face and a slightly smaller gut.  He looked up at the sky and called out.  "Thank you Master!"

	"He can't hear you," a fully-formed Impmon told him, finally able to move freely.  The hole in the sky over him closed up and vanished.  "And maybe he isn't completely bored with you now, but who knows what'll happen in a week or two?  He might forget about you for an entire day and where will you be when you need to go and no stall appears for you to go in?  Happens to me plenty now, but I'm used to the neglect and you'll get used to it too."

	"Talk all you want," retorted Gaomon, his voice calmer now after his bathroom break.  "I admit you shook me a little, but now I see all this was just to confuse me.  You were trying to psych me out before our fight so that I'd lose, but it will take more than that to get the better of me."

	"Oh, gee," Impmon said sarcastically.  "I guess I just can't fool you."

	"That's right," stated Gaomon, his eyes on fire with conviction.  In the sky above them a pair of health bars appeared and in between them a number "3."  It changed to "2" and then "1" and then changed to "Fight!" and their battle finally began.

	Gaomon didn't waste a second as he charged forward at Impmon and sent him tumbling backwards with a strong right.  Impmon's health bar began to drain, quickly losing a quarter of it from that one hit.

	"Don't hold back on my account," groaned Impmon getting back to his feet and rubbing his gut.

	"I never hold back," Gaomon replied.  "Now why not give me a challenge for once."

	"Oh, fine," Impmon sighed snapping his fingers on one of his gloved hands and made a flame appear on his pointer finger.  Swinging his arm, he flung the flame at Gaomon while snapping the fingers on his other hand to create another flame.  He did this over and over sending a barrage of flames at Gaomon, but the speedy dog Digimon dodged around them while still moving towards Impmon.  Nearly on top of him, Impmon quickly tried once more to hit Impmon with his fire, but Gaomon still managed to dodge out of the way with ease and began to pummel Impmon with a flurry of punches.  Impmon's health kept depleting with every hit quickly bringing it down near the end.

	"Stop punching me already!" snapped Impmon making a fist and striking at Gaomon in the face.  It immediately stopped Gaomon's attacks and Impmon grinned feeling proud of landing a successful hit.  He looked up at Gaomon's health bar to see how much damage he had done, but only a miniscule amount had drained from it.  Looking back to where his fist had connected, he saw Gaomon smiling.

	"Nice hit," praised Gaomon.  "But you lack the strength to do any damage."

	To demonstrate this, Gaomon punched Impmon in the same way, dropping him where he stood.  The rest of his HP dropped and "Gaomon Wins!" flashed in the sky above.

	"Gee, I lost," moaned Impmon.  "Who saw that coming?"

	"Hope I didn't rough you up too much," apologized Gaomon, giving him a hand up.

	"I'll survive," he assured Gaomon rubbing his swollen cheek.  "So, what do you plan on doing now?  Let me guess, more training?"

	"Of course," answered Gaomon taking a few practice swings at the air.

	"Why bother?" asked Impmon.  "You're already plenty strong.  Don't you want to ever do anything else?  Take me for example.  I'm going to the park today.  Yesterday I was at the mall, and tomorrow, who knows where I'll decide to go."

	"Wait, don't tell me," Gaomon concluded after hearing this.  "Don't tell me you've left your home and ventured into the real world?"

	"You act like I shouldn't be able to."

	"That's just it.  You shouldn't be able to," Gaomon told him.

	"Any yet I do," Impmon said in a bragging tone.  "And let me tell you that it's a heck of a lot bigger and better than staying in these little 'homes' of ours."

	"Be that as it may, this is where we belong," lectured Gaomon.

	"Think what you want," retorted Impmon.  "But while you do that, try this."  Reaching into one of his gloves, Impmon pulled out a cookie and shoved it into Gaomon's maw.

	"What was that..." Gaomon began to say before the taste of the cookie registered on his tongue and he munched it up and swallowed it, a satisfied look appeared on his face.

	"Tasty huh?" snickered Impmon. "I got that from the real world."

	"Yeah it was," conceded Gaomon.  "But so is the food we get here."

	"The food we get here is programmed to taste good," pointed out Impmon.  "It can never taste any worse or better, always that same.  It never changes, heh, kind of like your routine, same as it always is."  The sky above Impmon opened up again his body began to turn back into 1s and 0s as it was drawn up to it.  "Looks like it's time for me to go.  I'll tell you what.  If you want to join me at the park, just meet me out front.  I'll wait for an hour so you better be down there by then or I'm going without you.  And if you still aren't sure, have another taste of what the real world has to offer."  Reaching into his other glove, Impmon tossed Gaomon another cookie.  He caught it in his gloved paw and looked at it for a moment then back at Impmon as his data vanished up into the sky.  Just before he completely vanished he called out once more.  "Remember, you've got one hour to decide."

	Impmon was gone, leaving Gaomon alone.  He remained there in silence for a while looking down at the cookie and then some new data appeared and took the form of dumbbells.  "Yes Master!" Gaomon called out to the sky.  "Time to continue my training.  He walked to the dumbbells and picked one up in one hand, but when he went to grab the other remembered he was still holding onto the cookie.  He looked between the dumbbell in one hand and the cookie in the other back and forth over and over.

	"Come on," said a tiny Impmon dressed as a devil said on his shoulder.  "Forget that training and eat that cookie.  Then go out and have some fun."

	"No, don't listen to him," countered a tiny Gaomon dressed like an angel on his other shoulder.  "It is time to train.  Don't allow him to lead you astray.  Remain faithful to Master!"

	"It's always Master this and Master that," the Devil Impmon mocked.  "What about you, Gaomon?  What do you want?"

	"What I want?" asked Gaomon staring at the cookie and the dumbbell.  "I don't... I don't know..."

	"He's just trying to confuse you," Angel Gaomon told him.  "Don't listen to him."

	"Why not ignore him for once," Devil Impmon told Gaomon.  "Come on now.  Just give it a try.  What could one day hurt?"  Lifting up his cookie holding paw, Gaomon stared at the enticing disk.  His arm trembled and a bit of drool dripped from his maw.  Then slowly opening his maw, he bit a chunk of the cookie and savored the taste before munching it up.  Angel Gamon stared in shock as he watched Gaomon eat the cookie.  Devil Impmon walked over to Angel Gaomon with a big smirk on his face and put an arm over his shoulder.  "Looks like his decision has been made."